Y.M.B.

Lyrics

[Текст песни «Y.M.B» ft. yung pretty] [Intro: yung pretty & YUNG TRAPPA] Коделак Как дела? К-к-к-кодел... как дела? Коделак, ка-ка-ка-коделак Y M, mothafuckin' B. Yeah [Verse 1: yung pretty] Yellow bracelet, yellow bitch Give your money, ye-yeah, I'm rich Yung Murda, yeah, I'm sellin' bricks I'm on my hood, I'm rollin' weed Lean got me lense, sip codeine Your ass so big, like Nicki You're jumpin' on my dick, bitch You're jumpin' on my dick, bitch In the hotel room, I'm on bed Well, I'll fuck you, ho — Yung Murda swag I'm flexin' hard, I'm shinin' hard Yo, haters, fuck, I'm goin' hard Louis V. backpack, Versace black shade New Fendi white kicks Hey, shawty, you like this? I'm on the bullshit, I'm on the parties Sippin' Dirty Sprite, get left your money My double cup, my Gucci belt My pistol, homie, I give you, homie Yeah, I need a doctor, yeah, I need a doctor In a mirror, smokin', pop a pill — fuckin' monster I'm on a spaceship, I'm on a spaceship Get me lean with a Sprite, like do use drink In my purple ocean, I swim, shawty Not follow me, fuck everybody Supa bad, Lil Boosie swag Free Boozy Boo, got me racks on racks Free Sin Murda, mad about 'em My dogs with me, watch out, shawty Yellow bitches on my block Everybody need my drug While I'm packing, I'm full of cocky And my yayo hustle hard shit I do a big, I do my shit I'm balla blockin' young Juvenile Mommy, what's poppin'? Your life like this — give money Yung Murda Boyz, I'm with my dog Turn the block, and I don't give a fuck And what up? And what up I'm did goomings to the climb coolings Y.M.B ballas to that flex, shawty Yung Murda Boyz, rockstar thuggin' Yung Murda Boyz, get-get money Yung Murda Boyz, lot of bitch women [Bridge: YUNG TRAPPA] We started flexin', ladies ballin', money coolin', smokin' on the act Let me in, I'm loud as hell, hot as fuck, I'm pretty well Fuck a moment with my mouth My bracelet dancin', Marilyn Manson [Verse 3: YUNG TRAPPA] Back at the tracks, slain my block like blood waison Got money, that fashion looking good, so far fashion Kicks fresh, my dick fresh My jeans new, but flue swagga Goddamn, ho, I'm bad dog I back through Like bad boy, I bake sauce Smoke some, I steal stun suns I steal shining, brilliant, brilliant, brilliant, brilliant 'Cause I'm lot in best blunt, I felt the fuckin' mountain Lot in, lot in, yuh We're lot of, lot of, huh [Verse 4: YUNG TRAPPA] Stupid black smally shawty Going down, my bleedin' dawg Grow that fag, we bluntin' dollar Yuh, my goo za let 'em go Who's this fuck, like shawty low? Youngin', flashin', I'm Tayshaun Stupid white, I'm rollin' on Good is when I'm smokin' throw If faggot not go while beat won Whom I'm so gon', leave me alone (Huh! Huh! Huh!) You got the 'nother homie? I got the get my money If you only homie, I act like you the nomial, catch your face Did you ass young bladin'? Dangerous, yes, dick, leg Black night, lil, bad, lie Yes I'm calm, I'm cool, I stalk, hold 'em Like I'm body live, got lil dagnasa I'm flashin' dangerous, I'm flexin' All these faggots does flexin' All these faggots flyin' high in a mask I'm flexin' on these bitches, flyin' high in the helicopters Smokin' pussy, spittin' box, trippin', lead it Sippin' lean, purple Sprite